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" "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you. Well, after a time there came a fever in my blood. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. I have weird skin. " There was a pause. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance.
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